Simple Addictions I (The Itch that Persists)

I know how it feels to be burnt

to be scorched by something other than the sun

They say love is the power that mankind has over another

that bond that makes us loyal to the death of ourselves for others

I say love is a path that mirages you

it calls you to her transexual trap

and feeds on you till you’re singed of hope

II

I know when the finger reaches that itch

that itch that persists

the tendency to make it a past time

Like poetry

I know

that chorus of the long whip looking for a slave

that prank of a wide gutter crisscrossing your path

I know how it is to derail

and to become a sermon in the mouth of your pastor

Leave the stories to the tellers

we all live in our brick houses of uncertainty

we have faith, we keep updates on the day our traps will catch our kind of animal